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Randomness: Friday

What do you talk about when you're out of words? 

I committed to write once a week on this blog. And I have done so faithfully since recommitting myself. But what do I write about when words fail me?  

I want to travel. I want to take a nice, relaxing trip without the baby and just my husband..

I need to stop shopping. I realize now I shop to fill a void. And It's not like I am going anywhere. Or NEED the things right then and there. But I just often can't resist a sale. And that is reeking havoc on my credit score and debt to income ratio. I can't keep doing that. I seriously need a financial advisor. Straight up

Because of said spending. I said I wanted to recommit to myself to a minimalist lifestyle. I dont know how I can do that when SOMETIMES you gotta shop....

But I have to shop for my kid.. because she is growing at an exponential rate. Her shoes are now too small. She needs bigger tops. She needs less bodysuits so she can potty-train. I am just in awe at how fast she is growing. I wish time would slow down a bit. Next thing you know, we will be putting her in pre-k.

Yet... there are so many makeup things I want. My only caveat is just supporting Black Owned Makeup Brands (or BOMB for short...). It is a commitment I've made to my dollars. This also includes clothing as well. That will def free up some money.

I'm def in a quandry.....


My commitment to writing is really taking off. I've penned a few pages of a project. I keep writing on this blog. The only lack of writing I've done is for my actual dissertation. That's going to change in a week or so. I got a new laptop. Time to delve in...

I also need to download some writing apps.. register for a few conferences... perfect my elevator pitch.... these are things I am praying I can do before 2018.

I am counting down the days.. years.. until I cut my locs off. 40th birthday is the time. I've never had my natural hair really short. I grew it out from a relaxer and then got locs. I think Imma get a tapered cut... I am going to save my locs.. do a cleansing ceremony over them..... release the energy. I told one of my friends I'd give them to her. She thought I was joking but I was serious. I will prob save them though.

I am scared about how I will look though. I am already very self conscious about my hair. I am not the thinnest person and everyone I know that looks bomb with a tapered cut is very thin. I got a round face. I got thin edges. To be honest, I do not have the "beauty" it takes to pull off a lot of looks. I am not even sure how I am going to look. But.. I am ready for change. Hey.. if anything I can just rock wigs. And with the way wigs are looking these days.. no one would know the difference.

Investing in myself means investing in new gym shoes... and I am so dried up money wise Imma just have to have busted ankles in the meantime.

I should start back meditating....

The baby and I should do Mommy and Me Yoga... although she probably will just look at me and try and climb on my back.


I think a little mini trip is in order. Time to recharge before the semester gets crazy.

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